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At first he had no idea what to say back to Yulo, so he simply didn't speak for a long moment. Something in the aliens story brought back old memories Eceil would have rather left dead and forgotten. After giving a noticeable sigh Eceil walks over to the door and seals it shut before kicking Yulo’s weapon back over to his feet.
“Your wounds gona be fine. Doesn’t look like I hit anything important- and don’t worry about mine, I’ll be okay.”
Eceil tips the couch over to its proper side and slinks down into it with a sigh. The adrenaline had thinned out of his veins now and the pain from the Twi’lek’s lucky gun shot was starting to work its way through his aching body. Ignoring the wound as best as he can, Eceil continues calmly.
“We live in a city with a thousand buildings like the Ferradly Tower. It’s not every day you see one of them blow up either. They’ve fed me this story about how this was just a terrorist attack, some anarchists bent on raising hell, but I don’t know if I buy it. I got my own ideas about what happened, maybe you can help me weed them out. You were living pretty high up in the building, you must have seen things. Ever notice anything in the tower that seemed out of place? Maybe an odd group of residence or some off limits section of building?”
[ 04-03-2005, 05:17 AM: Message edited by: jolleyjester ]
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